Mexican horns
Weep on the old car radio
My father sings along
He looks back, grins
And gets our names wrong
I still smell the horse on him
Our little town in the sun
It shivers like dry skin
My sisters hum then sigh
In the song the doomed lover
Bravely dies
We park and I run inside
Past my mum, frantic and tired
She says there's kids in the street
But it's darkness that I seek
With my imaginary friends
Little notebooks to protect
Pale words like fragile seeds
If we want to grow we can never be
In the sunlight
In the sunlight
In the sunlight
Mexican horns
Blast on the hi-fi stereo
Our home high above the street
Still city life washes over me
It's a little life I live
Proudly small is all I aim to be
Frantic and tired
Slanted and enchanted
By the saddest melodies
When the darkness pulls at me
Old horses set me free
It took a thousand wounds to heal
True lovers don't die, they bleed
I move not to sit still
I keep adding notebooks to fill
But I keep the last page blank for you
Each word will grow into truth
In the sunlight
In the sunlight
In the sunlight
In the sunlight